Dilated, dilated, dilated..
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[Evidence]
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Yo
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I kill ciphers
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That's how I went from good to God
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I ain't perfect, yet n' still the hood is ours
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And it's worthy, good people here work good and hard
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But the news really only shows crooks and stops
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It hold you for commercials and talk you into buyin shit
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I was taught to learn from life and learn from my environment
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Rocka walks the street as the son of a preacher
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Who's the son of a preacher with people tryin to reach ya
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I visualize the rise and realize the falling
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High as time flies I recognize the calling
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Went from lavish life to savage life back to lavish life
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But never average, might be caught like Christ for the sacrifice
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I still roll up my trees
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For ? I meditate to roll up my sleeves
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We adjusting readjust
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I said I touch the world and the world said
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Reach us
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Reach us
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Open up the world people ?
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[Evidence]
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You know these days ain't gettin any longer
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Now, it's do or die
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Now or never, time to hit the street
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We on the move
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Ride out with shit to prove
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Everywhere we go they like...
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It's a green light for you
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Got lyrics about pleasure some about pain
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From Southern Cali where they say it never rains
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It's different dames that make me count blessings
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We burn for our peeps that ain't here as we sing
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Reach us
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In God we trust no doubt that's a must
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A hundred times see us but still catch the rush
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And when we fly bless the sky
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Let your mission unfold
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You in the car we in the bus bless the road
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How could I reach you if I wasn't real
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Might have to go before you really studied the flow
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And understand the deal
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This year fuck before mad, loud and clear
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You know that's the truth they can't
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Reach us
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Reach us
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Say this cause I mean it from the heart
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Reach us
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[Evidence]
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Yo
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What happened to me, nah what happened to you
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The crew ain't changed the numbers the sames
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The lack and the fools, the check for Cali dimes down to Georgia peaches
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At our shows to book us, ? is how you reach us
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Got ho's girls I see got queens
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Got friends got enemies and in-betweens
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Teacher are students, students are teachers
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Low key or prestigious I reach you, you reach us
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I see lines around the block in the snow it's cold now
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I see people gettin hot when the shot is sold out
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I see dime pieces to the front to rap along
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To every word, word for word to every song
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I raise every head and every arm
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In every jam from every stage we stand on
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People climbin over barricades and still
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I tell security chill, they only tryin to
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Reach us
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Reach Us
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